Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-10-28 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: halloween |
Who: an illustrated woman
What: a reveal
Warnings/Rating: some language
The party was much more boring when she was left to her own devices. She never did figure out where Tarzan went off to but she liked to think he would find his way to the dining room. Or he could find someone else to demand the guided tour from. She didn’t really care either way. The only thing she was even a little pissed about was the lack of jewel. A promise was a promise and sure, she didn’t show him where the food was but it wasn’t her fault he ran off without her. “Thanks, asshole,” muttered to herself once her feet found the the deck again. The sun started to come up and she was halfway through her cigarette when the pull started again. Like how it tugged her toward the party, this one was showing her the way out. Just like all the other fucking parties. She shook her head, hair tumbling loose from their curls, as she took another drag and walked out. She should be used to this shit by now. When she finally found herself back in her apartment, her tattoos had faded away and she idly ran a hand over her skin, almost missing their presence. Almost. It wasn’t like she had been lying when she called them scars. They never went away, even if they didn’t show so blatantly. The clothes remained the same though she wondered where in the hell she picked up this tube top. It wasn’t the idea that she would be cold, just that it wasn’t her style. She never felt cold anymore. The cigarette still smoked between her fingers and she wrinkled her nose, awful smell, and promptly put it out and tossed it into the garbage. Filthy habit, and it wasn’t as if she needed that to produce a kind of smoke. Just to be sure, she puckered her red lips and blew her breath into the air of her apartment. Chilled air turned to white puffs before her. Snow White sighed. Everything was back to normal, or whatever this was. |